Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.